a month ago
The bathroom door clicked open without warning, and before Anastasia could turn, she felt him—her roommate—step in close behind her, his arms sliding around her breast as the water ran over them both. She froze for a second, more surprised than anything, then slowly leaned back against him. “Yeah… you want to shower with me?” she said, her tone calm but teasing. He didn’t answer right away, just held her there, like he’d been building up the courage for this moment. The steady sound of the water filled the space, their silence saying more than words could.